Redefining what it means to be a good surfer


A few weeks ago I packed up the van to head North on a Thursday night.  I arrived late to San Jose and slept in the parking lot at work.  I worked Friday, and kept heading North to find waves with my friend Todd over the weekend.  We weren’t sure where to surf.  The beaches were going to be maxed out so we thought it would be a good time to scope the nooks ‘n crannies.  And so we did.

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